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My past: I loved once. I was abused twice. I was betrayed thrice. I faced death four times.

The most important person in Matthew's life is God. That is, until he meets Xander. Now, his faith is tested and his innocence challenged by the lust he feels for his nihilistic and sadistic roommate. College is supposed to be a time of experimentation, but some experiments may go too far. When Xander locks him in a chastity device, Matthew begins to wonder if desire this intense can be controlled by mere faith.

I've worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. My new boss is different. He buys me designer handbags to ensure I'm on time. But scowls at me when he hands them over. He's intoxicating. Dangerous. All the things I should stay away from. The thing is... when his hands touch mine, I'm not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there…

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. For a man like me, that thing is darkness. The darkness from my past never ended my life. It darkened my heart and flowed through my veins, fueling my hunger for revenge. That's why I accepted the job to protect her. Summer Reeves. The beautiful angel who became an asset to me when she saw something she shouldn’t have seen. Protecting her meant getting closer to catching the man who betrayed me. I learned long before I joined the Bratva that you have to be heartless to be strong. Except she was the wild card I never saw coming.

Singer and lead guitarist Nikki Rani will do whatever it takes to keep her mom and her band safe, even if it means keeping secrets about her friend's murder. She failed her loved ones once and won't be taken in again by a ridiculous story. There are no fairy tales in her future—especially not with a broody stranger who's more likely to offer heartache and pain than redemption.

There was one secret that I kept from my wife. The Fausti famiglia was one of the most infamous and powerful crime families in the world. Their rule spanned the thickness of history books—and I was one of them.

The moment Scarlett Rose appeared in the window of her parents’ dance studio, twirling like a beautiful figurine in a music box, she became mine. Irrevocably. She knew me better than I knew the lines of my own hands, though I had never confessed to her whose blood ran through my veins.